A. Zavarelli is a romance book junkie, cat lover, and traveler when plagued by intense cases of wanderlust. She likes all things chocolate, books that come with warnings, and pretty much any kind of characters that are dark and gritty. You can find more about her on her website.

Wednesday, 14 December 2016

Shaded With Love: a coloring book for a cause IS LIVE! All proceeds benefit Free2Luv!

This coloring book, featuring 82 designs inspired by your favorite authors & bloggers is here just in time for the holidays and all proceeds will benefit FREE2LUV, an anti-bullying non-profit. #OneClick NOW!

The anticipated conclusion of The Checkmate Duet from a secret duo of bestselling authors! Checkmate: This is War is an enemies to lovers romance that will have you crying with laughter one moment and screaming in frustration the next... but you'll be begging to play the game with The King.

Kennedy Fox is a duo of bestselling authors who share a love of You've Got Mail and The Holiday. When they aren't bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day, they decided to collaborate together under a pseudonym and have some fun creating new characters that'll make your lady bits tingle and your heart melt. If you enjoy romance stories with sexy, tattooed alpha males and smart, independent women, then a Kennedy Fox book is for you!

Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Harper Sloan

Signing with Brighthouse Records was supposed to be everything we ever wanted—our better life. Our chance at everything we never had but always wanted. All our dreams would finally come true and we were on top of the world.

It was our chance at the happiness we never had in life.

Our every desire was at our fingertips and the power of that feeling was all consuming. But then it took every dream we thought would come true and it slapped us in the face with the cold hard reality.

Dreams were just that…something that floated on the cusp of untouchable, taunting you with every graze of your fingertips before slipping even further away.

Happiness…that feeling is a joke.

In the end it became painfully obvious that each of us would always have each other, but we would forever be alone.

Jaded Hearts will kick off the Loaded Replay series - which will be a series of interconnected standalones.

The cast and crew of Jaded Hearts was introduced to us for the first time briefly in Unexpected Fate. You do not need to read that book in order to fully enjoy Jaded Hearts. Happy reading!

DRIFTER

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I’m a drifter.
A man born to ride through this world alone.
There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type. I enlisted in the Marines and made it my duty—I was going to save lives.
I was going to be a true American hero.
But God had another plan.
Or maybe Satan did.
For everything I touch finds mortality.
I’m no hero.
I’m nothing.
I’m a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell.
Now I ride with the Satan’s Knights of Brooklyn and I’m drifting into a different kind of chaos.
The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes.
A girl who has the power to turn me inside out.
A girl who doesn’t need anyone to rescue her because she’s her own savior.
Until she’s not.
But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.

Gina SpinelliStrong. Independent. Fierce. They are the three things I strived to be. But sometimes being successful can be lonely. Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her. Maybe even love her. Sometimes the strong become vulnerable. Or worse, the victor becomes the victim. Sometimes we lose control or in my case it’s stripped from you. Defeated. Broken. Haunted. They are the three things I have become. In my darkest hour I admit defeat. In my darkest hour I need one person. I need him. Stryker.***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***

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EXCERPT

The Morning After

Not
giving a flying fuck if they kill one another, I leave the two criminals in the
living room to duke it out over who has a bigger rap sheet and head straight
for my Keurig. They can pull out their dicks and measure them against the wall
for all I care—I’ve had enough of the A&E documentary my life has become.

What
happened to the normal dating scene? Where a relationship progresses over
candlelit dinners, great sex and nights spent watching movies on the couch. Not
where the guy you’ve technically never even been on a date with decides he’s
going to be your bodyguard because your brother wants to play Al Capone.

Rocco
leaves, slamming the door behind him as I take two mugs out of cabinet and fill
them with coffee. Turning around, I push one mug across the breakfast nook and
lift my gaze to criminal number one.

“So
that just happened,” I say, bringing the mug to my lips. “Great way to start
the day.”

“I
disagree. My day started pretty fucking good since I woke up with you all over
me,” he replies, taking the cup I offered him. “Then your brother showed up,
and I thought he was your boyfriend.”

“Well,
you think very highly of me,” I mutter, setting my mug on the counter before
bracing my hands against the granite.

“C’mon,
that’s not what I meant,” he argues, flashing me a smile. “We don’t know each
other very well.”

“Well,
that’s about to change isn’t it?”

“I
suppose it is. It also seems like you were right about meeting that night in
the restaurant. Looks to me like you and I were at the right place at exactly
the right time,” he points out, raising an eyebrow.

“Watch
it, Stryker…you’re starting to sound like a hopeless romantic,” I say
sarcastically, rolling my eyes for good measure. I nearly spit my coffee out
when his eyebrows shoot up to the top of his bald head.

“Relax,
Romeo. I don’t fall easily,” I assure him, crossing my arms against my chest as
I chew on my lip and watch him sigh in a relief.

Men
are such pussies when it comes to love.

And
the ones who aren’t are the ones a girl like me never finds.

“How’s
this going to work? If you plan on moving in with me I’m telling you now, I’m
not giving up my closet space,” I warn.

“Not
a problem, all my shit blew up yesterday remember?”

I
wince.

“Sorry
that was insensitive of me,” I reply.

He
shakes his head as he sets the coffee mug on the counter but continues to hold
onto it.

“I’m
not moving in, pretty girl. The clubhouse might be in ruins but my home is with
my brothers, with my club. Where that is? I’m not sure yet,” he says, then
pauses for a moment and rubs his free hand over his head. “Do you have work
today?”

“It’s
Sunday,” I tell him.

“Okay,
so then tomorrow we’ll start a routine. I’ll take you to work in the morning,
check out the area so I know your surroundings and when you’re done, I’ll pick
you up. I should have a phone by the end of the day so if you need me during
work hours I’ll just be a phone call away. I’m going to need your brother’s
number too, in case of anything.”

“You
have it all figured out,” I reply, not even bothering to hide the surprise in
my voice.

“Nah,
I fake it well though don’t I?”

“Extremely.
What happens after work?”

He
cocks his head, pretending to be thinking but I see the smirk he’s trying to
hide and the mischievous look in his brown eyes.

“Well,
a man’s gotta eat,” he says.

“Yeah,
I rarely cook,” I reply.

“I
wasn’t talking about food, pretty girl.”

And
there it is.

My
cheeks turn cherry red as he wiggles his eyebrows and laughs.

“No
comment,” I huff.

“Red
looks good on you.” The laughter dies on his lips as does the playful banter
and all that’s left is the live wires of electricity sizzling between us.

I
lied.

If
he keeps looking at me like that I’m going to most definitely fall for him.

I’m
fucked.

Clearing
my throat, I change the subject in an attempt to resurrect that playfulness I’m
starting to crave.

“So,
were you ever going to tell me you were in jail?”

“No.”

“Well,
now that I know are you going to tell me why you were?”

He
brings the coffee mug back to his lips, hiding his smile before he takes a sip.
I raise an eyebrow expectantly as he shrugs his shoulders and places the mug on
the counter.

“I’ve
got a thing for bologna and cheese,” he finally answers with a smirk.

Bastard.

“Good,”
I tell him, spinning around to drop my empty mug in the sink before I glance
over my shoulder at him and smile sweetly. “That’s what we’re having for
dinner.”

“Well
played, pretty girl,” he laughs, stepping around the breakfast nook. “You
know…” He starts as he comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist
and his hands toy with the belt of my robe, wrapping the end around his
wrist.“I’m starting to get hungry,” he
whispers against my ear.

“There
are eggs in the fridge,” I mumble.

“I
don’t want eggs, Gina.” He yanks his wrist back and my robe becomes undone. His
other hand moves from my waist and slips between the folds of my robe,
spreading it open and exposing my body to his touch. My body melts into his as
his fingers glide over my stomach, circling my belly button before inching
lower and lower until his fingers are right where I want them.

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ABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCO

Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild.Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself.She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.